Sunday, January 15, 2017

A tenth anniversary tooLife can't get any more interesting than mulling over the fact that yesterday was my 10th Wedding Anniversary .... then it hit me that it WAS Friday the 13th. My mom questioned the wisdom of getting married on the date with 13th. Wouldn't that be bad luck?I reckoned that since my husband, the Hunkster Hubster, I affectionately call him was born on the 13th of December, you couldn't get any luckier than that, because 2x13=26 so it really isn't bad luck. If you take his birth month and birth date, you get 25 (12+13) ... with mine as 22 (04+18) making him ODD and me even.

A full moon risento add intrigue to the insight, we have a beautiful winter moon. It doesn't get more surreal than this: a ghostly moon because of the artic air descended upon us, a fainted white. From the reflection of the snow and crystals casting about a diamond glow.The future for sureHow back then I probably imagined what our life would be like. Because there were a few things we both felt strongly about:

our kids

making a family

home

Blended dreams

folded into goals. To bring together four really quite bright kids and wish for the best. We blended more than our kids, we began new traditions that today envelope wonderful memories.

Almost comical

as to what we worried about back then. Would the Princess eat at the table with the rest of the royalty, whom were never allowed to treat her as though she invaded our home. Do we really expect to continue to sit at the table for dinner every single night, as he'd observed as our home life.

Upheaval be damn

was my battle cry. I would never allow normalcy be invaded by doom. The best to hang on to are the traditions that were mired in each other's parents homes. A nightly dinner with a tastefully set table was as normal as it ever has been in years since.

Soccer teams

and soccer moms. Lined up on the field, relaxing with a cup of usually Tim Horton's coffee. Known to be different, mine would be star bucks in a thermos,

a throwback to the days I spent at the arena in my youth, with a sparkle in my eye that I would become a member of the Ice Capades in a few short years. If I worked hard. Even after I started to be able to drive myself to those 6 a.m. skates, my mom would always make me some hot chocolate in a thermos to have between figures and free skate or dance. One of those things you take for granted, become implanted with habits carried into our adulthood, parenthood.

And a dog named Buddy

Our best friend, companion, faithful, loyal, protective guardian of our hearts. I'm talking about all of us. Realizing now, how difficult it was to trust again, to give someone else your heart, so fearful of having it trampled upon. Again.

10 years of craziness

I would be remiss or untruthful if I said anything otherwise. Yikes. Three girls in their hormonal prime: 12, 13, 15 years old. Then the sole boy 17 then. The girls took their turns with their theatrics and drama a heart beat away. By the two older girls, not the baby of the family, a girl. She hung back, took it all in, keen to observe. And learn. To be better than them at causing parents heart attacks and heart ache at such potential being thrown away.

How far we've come since

One daughter married, another one kicking ass in university, the other one killing it in Vancouver, starting to really shine. It is really rewarding to watch how they blossom. Even the, at times, lonely son. Such strong character, work ethic and morals gracefully etched into their beings. The blending together must have really worked. A bond created among all, including the new brother by married for the son.

What wasted time worrying is

Try as much as you want, someone else is steering your life. Is it God? Is it fate? Is it by design? You are on a worldly path, setting strong examples for your children in your own beliefs, morals and kindness you try to uphold. The Hunkster Hubster is a very strong man. Not just in stature but in demeanor and presence. How cool for someone to have such an anchor, from within themselves.

You may wonder what's your path?

..... are you on track, been misguided, failed or succeeded? Life laughs at its own sense of humor as you discover you already have. Creating this peaceful, safe, nucleus of family, is a success many dream of.

Except now the table is bigger

and will eventually grow even more. As grandchildren and boyfriends and praying for wife and more husbands build and grow from the foundation. Of two apprehensive in taking a risk on love. For the most part, our home is still the focal point in most of our lives. Drifting in importance other times.

Contentment and peacefulness

is an art of the life kind. To be home, with just the Hunkster Hubster and our faithful companion, Buddy, the dog. Is bliss and oasis rolled into one. I could be at home 24/7. Without a blip. Writing and painting, cooking and creating an ever evolving home and garden. It really is where I want to be most of the times.

Paradise in blue green waters

pull me back in my reflection of the past 10 years. There have been life events and priorities that have prevented that annual honeymoon in far away places we wanted to explore together.

I worry a little

that we wont get a chance to again, since it was annual up until after the fourth year. A go at a company, primarily run by my husband, when it was suppose to be forward march together. I acted on the gleam in my eye that was caused by a great career opportunity so my focus was sporadic.

If I only I knew then

what I know now how things would have been different. Using the internet and social media to market the company since time was a limited resource available for contribution back then.

Building trust and memories

is never an easy feat. Yet we have done so together, mildly so since the baby of the family left two years, almost three years ago. Restored or instilled into sharing our life together.

Now is as important as ever

as we are in our fifties and wise to the twists and turns and speedbumps that can surface unexpectedly. While firm in the commitment, the contentment found with each other's company. We like it. We enjoy it. I can't imagine spending it with anyone else.

Thank YOU

Believe

THINK POSITIVE

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